Post by Sire Halfblack on Aug 11, 2009 10:21:16 GMT
The King’s Bazaar is the pinnacle of a nation’s curiosity shops and originally it spread over an entire street in Alguz. However the failing of the Imperial Foundation Guilds in Alguz at the Final Dawn of IM1008 when Alguz was brought to the brink of Talthar’s heaven lead to the bazaar to start to collapse, its mystic links and that of the more worldly and less spiritual craft guilds unable to function in the radiance of Talthar’s glare.
For two months the Vizier worked manically to stimulate the city’s trade and the wealth of each and every deserving and hard working citizen in the city to entice the many esoteric traders that made up the complex and wondrous Bazaar to come to Deci. His effort, whilst raising the eyebrows of his fellow Merchants, was rewarded and over the midsummer of IM 1009, with Governor Galdor Bogginson's blessing, the Bazaar’s many shops re-opened in Deci within the sprawling Market that the Vizier had encouraged to spread across the Mercantile Quarter only the month before. Although not before Governor Bogginson had personally bought up vast amounts of its stocks.
Once more traders from far and wide across the empire, procurers of oddities travel to the Bazaar as word spreads throughout the nation and settle. Nowhere else can such things be found, nowhere else are such wonders sought and obtained. The Bazaar is not so much one grand structure but a market in and of itself, with shops specialising in esoterica of all kinds beyond stalls with more worldly (and sometimes even otherworldly) goods for sale and trade.
A Visit to the King's Bazaar
If it couldn’t be found here then it could not be found anywhere. Ambrose Graves not the largest premises in the King’s Bazaar that occupied streets, lanes and squares about the Quarter was not so much a curiosity shop as a shop amongst a hundred that could have claimed that. Everyone a specialist and Graves as the name suggested, things from just such places. It was dark (of course) and empty, but empty in the way of crowded places occupied entirely by people caring not to be noticed caring not to notice anybody else. Ambrose Graves himself was not as might be expected, dead. Stood overseeing a pair of old men that were unpacking crates from Bildteve he was only too happy to help his customer. “We do have one such thing, collector?”
© Alan Morgan
For two months the Vizier worked manically to stimulate the city’s trade and the wealth of each and every deserving and hard working citizen in the city to entice the many esoteric traders that made up the complex and wondrous Bazaar to come to Deci. His effort, whilst raising the eyebrows of his fellow Merchants, was rewarded and over the midsummer of IM 1009, with Governor Galdor Bogginson's blessing, the Bazaar’s many shops re-opened in Deci within the sprawling Market that the Vizier had encouraged to spread across the Mercantile Quarter only the month before. Although not before Governor Bogginson had personally bought up vast amounts of its stocks.
Once more traders from far and wide across the empire, procurers of oddities travel to the Bazaar as word spreads throughout the nation and settle. Nowhere else can such things be found, nowhere else are such wonders sought and obtained. The Bazaar is not so much one grand structure but a market in and of itself, with shops specialising in esoterica of all kinds beyond stalls with more worldly (and sometimes even otherworldly) goods for sale and trade.
A Visit to the King's Bazaar
If it couldn’t be found here then it could not be found anywhere. Ambrose Graves not the largest premises in the King’s Bazaar that occupied streets, lanes and squares about the Quarter was not so much a curiosity shop as a shop amongst a hundred that could have claimed that. Everyone a specialist and Graves as the name suggested, things from just such places. It was dark (of course) and empty, but empty in the way of crowded places occupied entirely by people caring not to be noticed caring not to notice anybody else. Ambrose Graves himself was not as might be expected, dead. Stood overseeing a pair of old men that were unpacking crates from Bildteve he was only too happy to help his customer. “We do have one such thing, collector?”
© Alan Morgan